"On April 8 we followed them into the hills for about twenty Li, when bugles began to blow and' soon shooting began, which.we knew must. be the Nationalist troops, and 20 we all scattered and I ran up a hill a8 fast as I could and kept on going for ten or more away from the scene of the fighting ud Laid down in a little eave to rest for awhile. I was hungry and thirsty and came out of the eave and saw some huts near by and went to get something to eat and got a farmer lad to show us back over the hills to the Lei river, not far from Dongchiang. We crossed the river and went about ten Li farther on towards Chenchow, off the main road, though it was in the line of much of the carrying of salt and other articles towards Kuangtung. T was in an inn and the innkeeper was afraid of me. I told the wife of the inn-keeper that I was not a Red, but things were so bad there that they dared not let me stay. Soon there came along some farmer carriers, whose language I knew was of my own district, near Chenchow, and T came out and told them my story. They disguised me as a coolie, gave me a pair of empty all baskets to carry and in this disguise we came to their homes further trouble. way to my own off a not far away, where I stayed for 2 month. 2
It would have been dangerous for me to have sone back to Chenchow, for the Nationalist troops were killing Reds right and left, and they would not believe a story that I compelled to go. A friend finally sent me a letter saying that everything wax peaceful and that it would be perfectly safe to come back. T went back to find a sad and forlorn city, hut T was glad to see my mother and home again.
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